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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 15:29:18 GMT -5
Looked at the Bronx Newsie Lodging house(tm) (haa) and shrugged. Didn't look too bad, but he was still happy he wasn't going to be living there. He figured he had to check in with the head Newsie there, let him he was workin' for him.
Jumping, he pulled down the first floor stairs to the fire escape. Climbing up a few flights, he stopped around the third floor and layed back. No need to go in just yet. Pulling out a cigarrette, he lit it and started smoking, his face unseen except for a pale red glow around him when he put the fag up to his lips.
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 14, 2006 15:31:35 GMT -5
Something tapped his shoulder, close to his neck. It was a knife, but the blade was turned slightly away from his skin. It wasn't a threat- it was a warning. "Who are you?" A voice asked, the accent different than that of a New Yorker.
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 15:37:27 GMT -5
In a quick motion, Peem flipped out his switchblade and put it next to Ace's 'goods'. His brough was at its strongest in his distress/alarm/anger/whatever(><) "I'm Peem. And I'm simply enjoyin' the view for a bit before I go in this buildin." He willed himself not to move, to stand his ground. "And who might ye be? I ain't acustum to people puttin' knives to me throat..."
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 14, 2006 16:41:18 GMT -5
((*snort* oh, i like you!))
"And im not accustom to people just waltzing up my fire escape." Ace hummed in his throat as he kept his hand steady, "What's your business heah anyway?"
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 16:53:25 GMT -5
Peem was impressed. Not many young men could speak straight with a knife to their jewels. "I'm looking to be a newsie here. And I heard the leada' here is suppose to be a nice laddie." He looked the guy in the eye. "Now, I assume since you said this was your fire escape, that you be the leada'. Was what I heard about you wrong, or did we just start off on the wrong foot?" His stare was icey, not challeninging, but questioning. Peem wouldnt work for someone who was too rash...
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 14, 2006 16:57:31 GMT -5
Ace looked at him with those calculating midnight blue eyes, before he pulled the knife away from the other's neck and slid it into the sheath on his belt. "I think we might have. I apologize, never can be too careful, and my kids sleep heah." He waited for the other to put his own weapon away.
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Post by peem on May 14, 2006 17:27:01 GMT -5
Peem closed his knife and put it back in his pocket. "I'm sorry as well. Perhaps I should have used the door like most people." He put out his hand. "As I said before, I'm Peem. And its good that you are careful. And tough in the face of getting your balls cut off." He smirked. "It shose you actually have them"
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Post by drifter on May 14, 2006 17:45:15 GMT -5
Relieved the boys were finally done playing macho, Drifter stuck her head out the window and grinned at the new boy. Pushing her dark curls off her face she turned and scolded Ace.
" 'Onestly Acey! That's no way to welcome the new kid. What is it wit you boys an' yoah bondin'?" she winked at Ace to let him know she was kidding before facing the new kid once more.
"Ise Drifter by the way, why don't youse come on in," then with a wicked grin she added, "An' stop tawkin' bout eachothahs balls."[/size]
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Post by Daniel Cardoni on May 15, 2006 3:53:07 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes, Ace leaned up and pushed her head gently back into the room. "Oi, goils." He teased, with a grin. "Dont scold me for bein careful."
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